The ceasefire brokered by another Canadian winter has ended, as it does every year, with the sprunging of spring and the rizzing of weeds. Yes, my dears, weeds not grass. Amidst the fruitless application of grass seeds mixed with fresh topsoil and anti-weed spray is the watering. The peculiar shape and size of…
All righty then, Rebecca! I must say you have a way with words.... WARNING: IMAGINATIVE AND HITHERTO UNKNOWN (TO ME) OBSCENITY LIES DIRECTLY AHEAD! http://gawker.com/5994974/the-most-deranged-sorority-girl-email-you-will-ever-read I do agree with the young lady on one count: I (too) would rather have 40 girls that are fun, talk to boys, and not fucking awkward than…
With the recent death of a famous critic, the Slo-Man is once again struck by a thought he's talked about in an earlier post. This is not aimed at anyone in particular, the Slo-Man is conscious that bereavement is never easy for the family and friends. He has no quibble with the person,…
One of the weird things about blogs is the fact that you interact with other bloggers, hitherto unknown people, now vaguely known through what they share on their blogs and on yours. As you read their blogs, you develop a picture of what they may look like, what they do in their day…
First - the disclaimer. No cats have been harmed in the writing of this post. God knows cats and I are sworn enemies, and there are days when I dream of a cat-free world, but I wish them no harm other than removal from an area measured by a radius of 1,000 miles…
<I edited this recipe for chicken kebabs to deal with the limes. Check the recipe for italicized text. Where be italics, there be edits. Remember to attach your thank you note when you send me that dollar> If you are only interested in the actual recipe and have no interest in, what I…
I used to be able to read a newspaper every morning. Well, that died when newspapers could not be bothered to hire real writers that knew how to spell or use grammar and journalists who could report on a story without filling up 90% of their piece with quotes from hitherto-unknown people. And…
It was a hectic day at home, I was going about my work when all at once my dome went abuzz with the need to shirk and compose what I call a pome. And here, it, the pome, is, if this were a song this would be a bridge. The parking lot was…
The "About" page has been updated. Actually a new menu item has been added. Hopefully, confusion will diminish and readers will understand the blog a wee bit more.
The immediacy of internet tools, such as Twitter and Wordpress, and the ease with which anyone with time, little or no talent, and nothing original to say, can write and be published seem to have broken the shackles with which grammar bound the lazy and diffident, and the modern reader has neither the…